Sunday, November 1, 2020

coroners

 Humming Coroners Blues

5-23-20


As chaste and sure 

Life has its ale 

And we chant for cheer 

First one at the vat lets the dollar as to knock with us 

Yea, I wish again of air dungarees and tongues of angels 

Among the jungled as the quaffing bee and I can cut experimental singles 

In my own psyche and another way out 

Today so much at stake in hungering coroners 

And soon this heritage we haven't seen myself 

Yea, the lease supply the oil 

Giving the clock another chance 

Still knocking in town a busy visage as afloat....



Some Stagger (Out Is Out)

5-23-20


On Rolling Deck 

I knock off your block 

and miss you as to land and always sold on unconscious qualifying 

As everyone's cauldron and it's happy for stem 

New and vast Boule as I take a look of agony 

O, yelling rock ten o'clock tock tock 

Be prepared for their singing in Arythyme 

storm alive like bellows and foul leaven 

still picking on Emily Dickinson 

all the oil is out to run our storm 

and I nod finally to get on with it 

As Serving and Supply it and take courage....








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